God the Father as His Son as I am as He planned by the honest plans of settled hearts that are settled spans perfected lands written and produced by masterful mindful misdirected bands deserts scorch the estates of the thoruoghbred race. He sees a lake fueled by sewn heads they take to show the dead doe a break in the snow.

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